11 years ago, it was perfect.
My daughter was a mother.
My son was a father.
11 years ago, life was flawless.
We celebrated birthdays and wedding anniversaries.
We loved each other.
We loved our lives.
November came and passed into December.
December was the month for it to spoil.
December nearly destroyed us all.
11 years ago, it was impeccable.
11 years ago, November arrived.
11 years ago, the year 2015 nearly destroyed us all.
Excerpt from: Angellica McLloyd – Memoirs
YOU ARE READING
